How hard can it be to blow up a room full of gasoline?!
We are always works in progress. You will hurt people you love, and help people you detest. This is called being a human and it happens to everyone.
Fractals, the theory of relativity, the genome: these are magnificently beautiful constructs.
There’s few things that get you over your own crap more than working hard.
Jamie’s gonna go take a break now, and i am going to continue the on-going process of making a fool of myself and go ahead and try it myself.
I believe that rules do not make us moral; loving each other makes us moral.
Again, like I said, my life has been about being fascinated by objects and the stories that they tell, and also making them for myself, obtaining them, appreciating them and diving into them.
I am incrementally a pessimist, but I see the international debate that Edward Snowden has engendered, and I think this is exactly where the discussion should be. So, I would say I’m more optimistic than pessimistic.
There’s this group online that I frequent. It’s a group of prop crazies just like me called the Replica Props Forum, and it’s people who trade, make and travel in information about movie props.
My dignity and good television – they’ll never meet.
Remember kids, I have life insurance.
Isn’t television glamourous?
Let’s blow some stuff up.
The coolest toys don’t have to be bought; they can be built. In fact, sometimes the only way they’ll ever exist is if you make them yourself.
Lists are how I parse and manage the world.
The explosions, like the urban legends, are a great way of bringing people in to watch, because it’s really fun, and you know we’re always going to give you a satisfying ending.
After all those years of doing remote detonations, where we just push a button and something explodes, to actually see a nice big fat line of black smoke heading toward something that will blow up is very satisfying.
I find it’s too much for me to read endless critiques, even if we’re being well-defended, of exactly what we’re doing. When someone tells us something we’re doing wrong on the boards, we try to respond, we try to be responsive to the fan boards, but yeah, I can’t read them.
I find that your basic Internet chat board is way too vitriolic for my taste.
We cleared all traces of our occupation out of M6 and moved to M7, and it’s been quite smooth over there. We chose a place all the way at the end of an industrial park.
We’re allowed to explore the world at large on these things; the urban-legend aspect of it is just kind of an excuse.